Sometimes I pick up NPR. The rest of the time I write Doctor Who fanfiction.

Transistor.Robot was an imaginative robot. He/She/It spent far too much time doing things like watching television or reading books, and far too little time plotting the destruction of the human race. As a result, Transistor.Robot lost his/her/its Robot Union membership card and pension, but that's a horribly depressing story and not really what we should be focusing on right now. The point is that Transistor.Robot suddenly had quite a bit of spare time on his/her/its hands/vice-like metal claws. That spare time allowed Transistor.Robot to finally accomplish one of the things he/she/it had always wanted to do; write fanfic.

I'm also the proud owner of an account on Teaspoon, which is here.

A THING THAT IS AMAZINGSo, there I was, minding my own business, ruining my life on TV Tropes, when I happened to stumble upon the fanfic recommendations for Doctor Who. Guess what? SOMEONE AMAZING PUT SOLDIER'S GRIN ON THE TV TROPES DOCTOR WHO FANFIC RECOMMENDATION LIST.

Excuse me. I have to go squee.

Ok. Good.

I honestly can't get over it. I'm ridiculously flattered that someone liked my story enough to recommend it. If you're reading this(and I won't name names because I'm nice like that), I just want you to know that I am really really really really happy. THANK YOU RANDOM BENEFACTOR.

A distress call from Second Plight, where time is changing drastically. If only a dying people was all they had to deal with, but when a harmless-looking girl enters their lives, the Doctor's changed pretty drastically himself. Ten/Rose. Now complete!

And you can't help wondering why it's you. You're no one special. You're an old man with a newspaper stand, a tiny pension, and a daft reindeer hat that you left at home. Prelude to Someone You'd Admire.